In a very distant time and place, MySpace was of the utmost importance to myself and my much younger peers. Changing your Top Friends was a major social event and could lead to drama the likes of which TNT doesn’t even know. Profile pictures, headlines, and profile names were the easels of a generation of quasi-artistic attention-seekers, the generation whose parents were both working and thought one kid was enough, so there was never anyone to show them approval for their latest exploits. Who better to turn to than each other? Continue reading